Oliver Wong came up with this when s/he headbutted the keyboard a moment ago
> "Roy Schestowitz" <newsgroups@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote in message
>> __/ [ chrisv ] on Thursday 26 October 2006 19:56 \__
>>> ed wrote:
>>> Looks like one of those crappy store-bought cakes.
>> I haven't a clue what they'll do with the cake, but here's a modest
> It seems unnescessarily mean to take the gift the IE team delivered
> throw it into Bill Gate's face
It would make a popular video...
> (who may not even have had anything to do
> with the decision to send the cake in the first place).
Of course, he didn't know anything about it, he was busy getting his arse
chewed by SJ. (Yes, I finally sat down and watched that movie!)
> Anyway, it says in the comments that they ate the cake. And that they
> found it to be delicious.
Some famous explorer was interred in a barrel of rum, which the crew then
left in the hold during the nineteen week journey back to port. As a
celebration of returning home, they drank the rum, decomposing body and
all, and found it to be "musty, yet delicious".
> - Oliver
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